I never had a spiritual “aha moment” — that life-changing awakening that comes like a smack on the back of the head from Special Agent Gibbs of NCIS. It just never happened.
I grew up a “preacher’s kid” in the Bahamas with wonderful, compassionate parents. My father was a local Bahamian minister who married a lovely American missionary girl who never went back home. From them I learned a lot about caring and sharing, morals and ethics, but I never learned how to develop intimate communion – that connection to the Divine that only comes with soul-searching and meditation. But maybe that’s something that can’t actually be taught. Continue reading
Following Hard after God
O God, I have tasted Thy goodness, and it has both satisfied me and made me thirsty for more. I am painfully conscious of my need of further grace. I am ashamed of my lack of desire. O God, the Triune God, I want to want Thee; I long to be filled with longing; I thirst to be made more thirsty still. Show me Thy glory, I pray Thee, that so I may know Thee indeed. Begin in mercy a new work of love within me. Say to my soul, “Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.” Then give me grace to rise and follow Thee up from this misty lowland where I have wandered so long. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
— from The Pursuit of God, A. W. Tozer (1948)
I had a restless night; my mind seems to wake up when my body wants to sleep lately. A lot of things spin through your mind when you’re tossing and turning in the middle of the night. One thought in particular kept recurring and stayed with me after I finally gave up and got out of bed.
Just about a year or so ago I went through one of the most difficult times of my life. There were so many major life events happening at the same time that the bucket began to overflow and the entire contents of my mind washed out to sea. Continue reading
Whoever thinks a faultless Piece to see,
Thinks what ne’er was, nor is, nor e’er shall be.
In ev’ry Work regard the Writer’s End,
Since none can compass more than they Intend;
And if the Means be just, the Conduct true,
Applause, in spite of trivial Faults, is due.
Lest We Forget The Greatest of All
I thought I’d add a little contemplative musings from my favorite author ever. Yep, Mr. Pope. I was about 14 when I discovered him and I never went back.